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The hair dryer was still whistling on the floor, producing a sound similar to a whimper …

Her long eyelashes trembled uncontrollably...

He had just said, Kiss him?!

She knew that she hadn't misheard …

However, when he said this, his expression was extremely gloomy. His voice was ice-cold, making her feel that …

Fear.

She didn't know why he had suddenly become like this. He was still fine even though he was on the previous side.

What had she done to annoy him?

Lu Qimu sneered. "What, do you want me to repeat it again?"

Lirin raised his head, raised himself slightly, and kissed him on the lips.

It was light and shallow, like a feather landing on a calm lake. It was also like a cool breeze blowing against a willow leaf.

Her lips were trembling slightly.

Her long eyelashes drooped down, almost covering her eyes.

Lu Qimu stared at him. "Again."

He lifted his head and kissed her again.

He grabbed her waist, and with a little force, pulled her body into his embrace.

She opened her mouth to say something, but it gave him the opportunity to sneak in.

He kissed her deeply.

Li-Yang opened his eyes and tasted mint in his mouth.

She saw the look on his face. It was a bit soft, and a bit intoxicated.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

Her clear, cold, peach blossom eyes were filled with thick hatred.

He looked at her like she was a rat in a sewer.

While she was still in shock, her body was thrown away by a strong force. She fell down from the edge of the bed and hit the floor with her back.

The wind in the hairdryer messed up her hair. Her eyes were red and filled with tears. She looked really pitiful.

"Go back to your room."

Li Yang endured the pain and struggled for a while before finally climbing up from the ground.

The bones in his entire body felt as if they were broken, and the pain was suffocating.

She bit her lower lip and supported her waist. Step by step, she walked out of the room with great difficulty.

From beginning to end, there was not a single sound.

She walked very slowly for a long time before she reached the door.

Lu Qimu felt annoyed. The moment he saw that she was about to leave the room, he caught up to her and finally grabbed her arm and shouted, "Li Yang."

When she heard him call her name, she seemed taken aback and turned around, tears streaming down her face.

It was as if a heavy hammer had ruthlessly struck his chest. The pain was indescribable.

He reached out his hand to hold her face and kissed her without hesitation.

It smelled of salt and tears.

She struggled with all her might, reaching out to punch him in the back, grabbing at his hair, but he wouldn't let her go.

She used her leg to kick him, but he simply raised her up by her waist, walked a few steps over, and kicked open the bathroom door.

The sunken bathtub was the size of an indoor pool. Lu Qimu's strength was so great that he had no way to struggle. He was stripped of his clothes in a matter of seconds and threw into the bathtub.

Soon after, he also entered.

Li Yang wanted to escape, but Lu Qimu saw through her with a single glance. He placed both his hands on her shoulders and held her tightly in his embrace …

Her voice sounded like she was about to cry. "Lu Qimu …"

He lowered his head and forcefully kissed her lips. He called her name, "Pang'er …"

Hearing these two words, she suddenly cried.

He cried like a child, choking and choking, unable to breathe.

What right did he have to call her Yang'er …

Why …

What qualifications does he have?!

This form of address, other than her mother, only belonged to her Big Brother Chu Chen …

However, she had dirtied herself and sold herself. In her entire life, she would never be able to be with the person she loved again.

In her entire life, she could only let herself rot in the mud forever. She could not even touch the filth …

Lu Qimu finally let go of her, feeling helpless for the first time.

She had cried in front of him many times, but never once, like this, crying like a child, with all her strength, until her body trembled.

He lifted her out of the bathtub, wrapped the towel around her entire body, carried her to the bed, and blew her hair dry.

She just cried. She wanted to grab onto something, but there was nothing she could do. She could only grab at the towel on her chest and use it so hard that it felt like she was trying to pull out her heart.

Lu Qimu's heart was beating heavily.

He took out a cigarette box from the bedside cabinet, opened it, and took out one to light it up. A faint white smoke began to fill the air …

Her eyes darkened …

He smoked one cigarette after another until she lost all her strength in her wailing. In the end, all that was left was her sobbing. Her crying lips turned purple, as if she would faint at any moment.

The room was filled with smoke...

Her whole body was still shaking. It was a long time before she started sobbing again.

Her grip on the towel finally loosened. She then grabbed the pillow and softly laid on the bed.

Her eyes were wide open and misty. Her long eyelashes were soaked.

She rested for a long time before she turned around. With her back facing him, she blankly stared at the French window that had been lifted up by a gust of wind …

He didn't understand, nor did he understand.

Why did she always irritate him for no reason?

Why was he always so capricious?

Sometimes it was like this, sometimes it was like that. She could not figure out what he was thinking, could not understand what he was going to do next.

She didn't know what to do, what he would be satisfied with, what she would do, wouldn't he always try his best to torture her?

Perhaps whatever she did would not satisfy him, because he hated her, he hated her.

Because she looked like Qin Xi'er, because of her, causing him and Qin Xi'er to break up.

But she didn't understand. Since he loved Qin Xi'er so deeply, he would risk his life to snatch her back. No matter what means he used, he would make her the other half of his marriage certificate. Even if she died, he would bury her by his side.

Why did he have to pay such a high price to find a substitute like her?!

She couldn't understand, no matter how she tried …

My head hurts...

His entire body was in pain …

She had been pushed to the ground by Lu Qimu just now, but her back had fallen to the ground and she had probably turned green from the fall …

Just a moment ago, he had been crying like that, but now, all sorts of thoughts ran wild in his head, causing his head to hurt even more …

Li Yang was tortured to the point that he couldn't fall asleep. She wanted to turn over, but didn't have the guts to do so. She was afraid that Lu Qimu would find her too noisy, and didn't know what kind of things would happen …

Who knows what will happen to him …

However, she hadn't expected that Lu Qimu would let her off so easily …

With a headache, Li Yang forced herself to stop thinking about things. She started to count in her mind, starting from the very beginning.

She counted it over and over in her mind, and sometimes she forgot where she was counting and started again.

From time to time, she heard the sound of a lighter lighting a cigarette. The smell of smoke in the room was getting stronger and stronger, almost making her cry …

She just kept counting. Sometimes, she didn't even care and just randomly counted.

She did not know where she fell asleep. All she knew was that she had been counting for so long, so long that she even had the illusion that she was going to die.

Although he had fallen asleep, Li Yang was still unable to sleep soundly. Sometimes, even she could hear the sound of Lu Qimu's lighter.

After an unknown period of time, she was woken up by the sound coming from her side.

The lights in the room weren't on, so she opened her eyes and heard Lu Qimu mumbling in her sleep …

She couldn't hear it clearly, and she didn't want to hear it clearly either. She reached out and pulled the blanket over her, hiding her entire body and head under it.

This was great, the world finally quieted down …

However, she could no longer fall asleep. No matter how much she counted, she could no longer fall asleep …

She could vaguely feel that Lu Qimu's body was shaking violently …

Li Yang thought about it and thought again. Finally, he got out of bed, endured the pain, took a shirt from Lu Qimu's cloakroom, and put it on.

He was tall and his shirt was long and she was wearing it over her perky ass and it fell between her thighs.

She returned to the bedroom and walked up to Lu Qimu.

He did not cover himself with the blanket. He held his stomach tightly and curled up into a ball like a kitten, shivering.

His fair and clean forehead was covered with large beads of sweat. His lips were pale, and his originally breathtakingly handsome face had become extremely pale.

It seemed somewhat pitiful.

In the end, Li Yang couldn't bear it any longer. He reached out and touched Li Yang's forehead. Oh my god, it's so hot!

He had a fever, and it was not low.

Li Yang searched the room for a long time, but could not find the medicine box.

She pulled open the bedside table next to him. There were only a few books, two boxes of cigarettes, and, fortunately, a thermometer.

It was old-fashioned, but it was better than nothing.

Li Yang shook the thermometer a few times. After seeing that there was no error in the mercury's position, he raised his arm and put the thermometer under his armpit.

Her touch made his body tremble violently, his lips quivered, and he mumbled something, over and over again. Li Yang put his ear close to her, and only then could he hear her clearly. Don't go... Mom... "Don't leave me …"

His voice sounded very pained.

Mom?!

Li Yang rummaged through his mind. He seemed to have heard that Lu Qimu's mother had died before, but she wasn't sure exactly how.

A few minutes passed.

Li Yang looked at the time. It was almost time.

She took out a thermometer and held it up to the light.

Heavens, 39 degrees.

This time, it was serious …

Li Yang frowned, while Lu Qimu was still talking in his sleep.

But this time, she understood the name he shouted …

He was shouting, "Pang'er!"